excited
grouchychris this morning in a failed attempt to spirit sculpin and rjl20 off to breakfast. Found myself two Gene Wolfe books and a pair of overalls. And a copy of Bridge to Terebinthea which I'm probably misspelling but am too lazy to get up and check. This in spite of firmly telling myself NO BOOKS. Oh well, it was for a good cause. That's it - I made a noble sacrifice by purchasing those books, damn it! [Can you tell Cheza and I have been talking about "reframing" a lot of late? I'm not certain this sort of thing is exactly what she had in mind, though...]
I've slept some, but am still kind of tired - trying to walk that line between over-caffeinated and sleeping through Whale Rider tonight. Interestingly the web page calls tonights screening the "Special Gala presentation" - so I'm going to take that as an excuse to wear something nice. The dress I got from the Endless Knot sale this year, I think.
Speaking of which, I should go get ready and then head up to stand in line. I need one of those light-weight folding artist's stools - the collapse-and-stick-in-a-backpack kind - for this sort of occasion...
